the sun is rising like the fragrance
of the rose. when we wake
from our dreams, the hues
of our souls look through our eyes
and exclaim, "Allah is greater
and prayer is better than sleep!"
if it were a flame,
Love would devour us
and we would cease
to exist in the burden
we have always believed
was the real you and me.
if it were a foreign language,
it would still leave us
among the nameless,
the ones whom words cannot cage.
we know now, Love,
Your Essence is not the face
we insist to veil it with...
and it is diving into the depths
of Your Essence that teaches best
how to live in it.
2 hours ago
2 comments:
There is much wise revelation in your words.
the burden
we have always believed
was the real you and me
among the nameless,
the ones whom words cannot cage
These lines elicit introspection in the reader. Thank you.
Cheers.
thank you for reading my poem and your comment. i stopped over at your blog and plan to read more once i post this comment back to you.
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